Sun chokes the atmosphere
Moon dies and takes
the truth and breath of you
Stars inscribe the sky
and determine
who’s alive…
What are your dreams?
Ask your heart
and put an old wish
to the slaughter.
Wild is the conspicuous green grass
that tells itself
to reach the stardust smell of spring.
Old is the key
that keeps away the chains
and charms unfathomed
to open a new gate
As you wear another’s
beating heart
melting in
and dripping of blue lust
Not knowing when
to destroy the dark
and say:
I am saving the meat
of my dreams for you!
Β© Iulia Halatz
Art by Konstantin Koborov.
Beautiful wording π·
Thank you! πΌ
You are most welcome dear πΉπΈπ΅
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You are very kind , god bless you
And you are the most kind. π
My pleasure to know you πΉπ΅
It is a pleasure to know you too! π
Lovely dear π
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As you wear anotherβs
beating heart
melting in
and dripping of blue lust
Not knowing when
to destroy the dark
and say:
I am saving the meat
of my dreams for you!
I cannot tell you how much I love this. Gorgeous writing!
Thank you! π·πΉπ
My pleasure <3
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This had so many mysteries to it.
Splendid writing!
Thank you very much! π
Alwaysβ€οΈ
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As ever, I’ll read this again with more thought consideration before commenting, other than to say it’s beautiful! :-)) xxx
Thank you, dear Roger! π
As always, with stardust. xxxxx
Amazing and beautiful poetry!
Thank you very much!
Puternic cuvinte <3
Thank you! π
Typo?
to open an new gate >> a new gate?
Good, scorched stuff.
Btw, I often make lots of typos and even whole word omissions and don’t recognize them ’till you and others look at my stuff! π
Yeah, typo, π and I did not see it until you told me. Shame on me!! π I don’t know how this happened, I must be very tired, as I always check my work a hundredfold.
Let’s blame my dual nature. One day I have got the eyes of a hawk, the other day, I am as blind as a bat. π
C’mon! π π
Thank you!
I believe God has the power to put blinkers on us so we don’t see things. Happens to me all the time. Part of my “necessary mistake” theory. Then other things unfold from that.
Just the way I see things. It makes mistakes more meaningful. π And Lord knows, I make a lot, no matter how many times I’ve read something over!
As always, you are very nice, dear Michael…
I agree, when God put blinkers on my vision (inner and outer), when not even my inverted eye sees anything, I halt and ponder. And I look for my freedom (I brag about) and follow my heart and mind’s paths. Usually they lead to a corner of “city” wilderness where I can find it π and the beauty of the world enfolds as glee- spangled veil.
Mistakes are always meaningful. Not necessarily because they teach something, but because they allow us to see the other side. π The flawless.
Thank you! π
When it warms up here I will probably follow suit and take to my bike more often! A change of scenery does wonders for cleansing, clearing, etc. π
π My thoughts exactly.
I am waiting for the Sun and Spring π
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Iulia Halatz
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Lulia Halatz paint an impressionistic pictures with tones not yet named, in her Poem βSun chokes the atmosphereβ